Flashback circa de 1988 to scrunchie-held side ponytails, layered socks and stonewashed, pinch rolled denim. It was the stage of life where a transition from childhood tomboyish tendencies into a seemingly well-mannered young lady is a mandatory progression if one is to survive scrutiny of the unyielding judgments projected from hormonal preteens…particularly of the female sort.
It was my escape. An acceptable means of releasing a pent up need to just be silly – play, jump, laugh till your tummy aches kind of fun. I could jump rope with it, experiment with the forces of gravity with it on the trampoline – braving the no-net, dauntingly exposed spring edged rectangle of fun – or use it as intended…and my proper development into preteen maturity was not doubted by any.
So, you can imagine my delight when I received this product for review. The Air Pogo Jumper…my children’s pogo ball. It was just as I had dreamed but increasingly innovative. This Pogo Jumper arrived in a box with a pump. Assembly was easy: insert the red ball into the center, pump to desired firmness…and bounce.
My eight-year-old son was a natural. My four-year-old found it to be more of a challenge (it helps to let some of the air out so she can balance,) but that makes sense considering she’s a bit young for the recommended age…but don’t think she’s going to give up that easily…we’re still recovering from our summer At the Rodeo!
CReaTIvE ExeRCiSE…and we’ll be trying this out on the trampoline once the snow melts. *Not a recommended use but with safety nets, padded springs and the convenience of 911 on the cell phone what could go wrong, right?